tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post4575524503922383140..comments2017-12-13T15:23:46.915-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Dusky SemaphoreZephirinenoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-78200843838523987192012-05-05T21:29:29.800-07:002012-05-05T21:29:29.800-07:00To be blest in twilight would be the greatest bles...To be blest in twilight would be the greatest blessing.<br /><br />Always a small (at least) blessing to hear your clear calm voice, Don.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-79343232858831393112012-05-05T11:45:28.537-07:002012-05-05T11:45:28.537-07:00Late to the gathering of souls ... Tom, this is a ...Late to the gathering of souls ... Tom, this is a beautiful post, indeed, and the poem is stunning in how, what appears to be plain speech, it evokes the Other.<br /><br />We humans are sometimes like our botanical cohorts in our press onward, onward ... it seems sometimes we are blessed in twilight.<br /><br />I do hope you gradually feel better and better.<br /><br />DonIssa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-77788303998618703002012-05-03T21:34:58.105-07:002012-05-03T21:34:58.105-07:00J-P, you beauty you, it&#39;s lovely to hear from ...J-P, you beauty you, it&#39;s lovely to hear from you.<br /><br />I think fondly of you, every night of this benighted life, as I confer mutely with the small red clay man you fashioned for me, lo these many dcades past.<br /><br />His head and arms have fallen off, every now and then, due surely to the sheer weight of gravity and time passing. <br /><br />Those are things one can without much difficulty understand.<br /><br />But I super-glue the amputated bits back on, and the cheerful little fellow remains none the wiser, if a wee bit the worse for wear.<br /><br />And of which of us cannot this be said.<br /><br />(Though not to bear down too hard on that equation, as I hope you were not recently run over by a speeding car. That unfortunate event required the emergency activation of all the king&#39;s left-over super-glue at the county trauma center. And what did I most wish for, in those dire straits, there on the post-surgical gurney? The little red clay man, talisman of the perdurable strength of the blissfully inanimate!)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-18150224982085001142012-05-03T11:12:40.972-07:002012-05-03T11:12:40.972-07:00A search for &quot;Ed Dorn chickens&quot; led me h...A search for &quot;Ed Dorn chickens&quot; led me here, thanks to a wonderful story that you (or possibly David, or maybe both) used to tell about Ed saying that you need to get to the bottom of one thing and then you can get to the bottom of everything.<br /><br />So glad you&#39;re blogging, Tom. Hope all is well.J-P Voillequéhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15482751684934133003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-68491058294250728262012-05-02T22:47:21.591-07:002012-05-02T22:47:21.591-07:00Robb, Gamefaced, Colin, thank you for the company,...Robb, Gamefaced, Colin, thank you for the company, particularly welcome on a night when the vaunted recovery seems to have slipped a cog and lapsed back to Go, or perhaps somewhere prior even to that.<br /><br />I don&#39;t know what it is causes humans to think that merely making the earnest struggle to continue is going to persuade the fates to let that happen. Sheer denseness probably. There are no rose gardens in the desert of the fates.<br /><br />Traffic speeding to and from the freeway (speaking of fates) whooshes past out front nonstop at this moment, as it does forever; and the discharging head wound from my brilliant disaster is telling me to go look for a nice soft muslin winding-sheet, wrap up in it, and lie down among the warm cats.<br /><br />The streets ought to be reserved for ghosts, and kept off limits to machines, in my humble if doubtless tiresomely-reiterated view.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-63288344558548103652012-05-02T17:27:26.127-07:002012-05-02T17:27:26.127-07:00I am glad that you are recovering if slowly(?) Tom...I am glad that you are recovering if slowly(?) Tom I wish you all strength and vigour restored Cdalriada9https://www.blogger.com/profile/08508765523188135182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-56430597578365891242012-05-02T13:32:26.184-07:002012-05-02T13:32:26.184-07:00indeedy. this is my favorite thus far.indeedy. this is my favorite thus far.gamefacedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16562522181852339258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-27394813362512403982012-05-02T13:16:36.972-07:002012-05-02T13:16:36.972-07:00This is going to stay with me, especially this:
W...This is going to stay with me, especially this:<br /><br />When they pass one another on the streets <br />there is a soft noise, as of muslin touching.Robbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12312524900784740898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-41008799787463603812012-05-02T05:01:47.918-07:002012-05-02T05:01:47.918-07:00Thanks for the provocation to reflection everyone....Thanks for the provocation to reflection everyone.<br /><br />Chris, it seems you read that photo in something like the way I do. Though perhaps it goes to the duck/rabbit quick of things to admit that there is someone here who denies the possibility of that reading altogether.<br /><br />Gamefaced, that means a lot.<br /><br />Curtis, know what you mean. <br /><br />These past 28 days I have felt entirely in the dark about practically everything, as if wakewalking through a sort of nimbus. This is perhaps post-concussion syndrome talking. <br /><br />Have begun to venture out timorously and haltingly in mid o&#39;night, when the atmospherics are not dissimilar to those in the two TH shots. <br /><br />But it would always be and indeed now is good to feel other ghosts are/were out there in the oblique muslin night -- to hear passing, be in touch &amp; c. <br /><br />As we plunge on like it or not toward Dal&#39;s titanic morning light.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66478978970692323432012-05-01T21:05:18.441-07:002012-05-01T21:05:18.441-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.dalriada9https://www.blogger.com/profile/08508765523188135182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-30996633229456920572012-05-01T18:01:58.354-07:002012-05-01T18:01:58.354-07:00I love this--all of it. Love the last line:
When ...I love this--all of it. Love the last line:<br />When they pass one another on the streets, there is a soft sound, as of muslin touching.Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-84259380286201813702012-05-01T16:41:45.786-07:002012-05-01T16:41:45.786-07:00The first photograph seems to be of nothing so muc...The first photograph seems to be of nothing so much as human bodies. An incredible juxtaposition with the poem. Chilly dusk here too -- hoping for a signal --Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04214178206307289834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-33285868648119027582012-05-01T14:28:01.574-07:002012-05-01T14:28:01.574-07:00love the words, tom.love the words, tom.gamefacedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16562522181852339258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-73379210305672938602012-05-01T11:18:25.736-07:002012-05-01T11:18:25.736-07:00The Christoph Michels photo is just amazing and I ...The Christoph Michels photo is just amazing and I love the poem also and its title. I don&#39;t know. I&#39;m trying hard these days (without much success I&#39;m afraid) to go easier on the living dead; I guess I don&#39;t want to become one of them and I&#39;m afraid my uncharitable thoughts will bounce back at me. As for the actual (some dearly, some strangers) departed, in my experience they flash by suddenly. I can&#39;t be quite sure what they&#39;re wearing, but they leave an impression like the Michels photo and a sound not unlike muslin touching. CurtisACravanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00315707533118640284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-21355980322166805852012-05-01T06:37:47.949-07:002012-05-01T06:37:47.949-07:00Steve,
Thirteen minutes later a gauzy peach light...Steve,<br /><br />Thirteen minutes later a gauzy peach light breaks o&#39;er yon hill and A. comes back in from dawn garbage detail saying, &quot;Pff, it&#39;s cold!&quot;TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59032955982030414892012-05-01T06:24:22.613-07:002012-05-01T06:24:22.613-07:00Tom,
&quot;there is a soft noise, as of muslin to...Tom,<br /><br />&quot;there is a soft noise, as of muslin touching&quot;<br /><br />-- those &quot;white curtains in warm light,&quot; that car wrapped in its sheet under the street light, maybe some kind of signal. . . <br /><br />and here, some whiteness in the clouds up there above the ridge, as light continues to arrive<br /><br />5.1<br /><br />light coming into sky above still black<br />ridge, song sparrow calling from branch<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> heightened with white paper,<br /> passages that require<br /><br /> picture of that in relation<br /> to one, as object, is<br /><br />grey white of fog against top of ridge,<br />shadowed green pine on tip of sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com